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danielle fasulo
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I hate it when people argue creationism. Jesus did not ride a dinosaur!
I hate it when I ask a question and people respond by asking how I don't already know. For instance, I’ll ask “How do you play sudoku?†and the person answers “You don’t know how to play sudoku???†I still don’t know how to play, because everyone answers like that.
I hate it when people ask me for computer help just because I know computers, but then get mad at me when I don’t do it the way they would have. I’m doing YOU the favor, bitch! Fix it yourself if you know how to do it right.
I hate it when people interrupt the flow of a webpage with ads. I don't want to see your crappy ads
I hate it when people don't know the difference between irony and coincidence
I hate it when I ask for help, and someone recommends the obvious answer. For instance, I ask someone in the office “Why doesn't the copier work?†and they say “Oh, you just need to hit the copy button,†like I’m a stupid ass. Of course I tried the copy button. You think I’d be asking for your help if that worked? What makes it even worse is when I say “I have been†and they say “Are you sure?†You low-expectation having motherfucker.
I hate that my dictionary didn’t recognize assface.
I hate opossums. They’re huge, ugly-ass rats with no redeemable social value. We have plenty of scavengers; go do your own thing.
I hate people who don't comprehend sarcasm. Though I'm glad that you took it as a compliment, I was actually trying to tell you that you're a twatknuckle.
I hate it when someone tells me what I want to do is not possible. If you don’t think it’s possible, then you’re in my way, and I will use your head as a stepping stool. I asked you for solutions, not for more problems. These people belong back in grade school where they need to relearn how to use their imagination.
I hate it when people say “They really need to write a book about my life.†Whoever “they†is needs to be shot if they publish a book about your life. Your life is boring, and reading about it will give my eyes gonorrhea.
I hate it when people spray Lysol or Febreze to make something smell better. News flash: those chemicals smell like industrial garbage. I’d rather smell the dog crap on the carpet then the nerve agent you just poisoned my lungs with.
I hate the spooky non-Texas, Texas accent that Bush Jr. has.
I hate people who use the elevator for one floor. If you're disabled, or the floor is inaccessable, fine. But being fat doesn't count as disabled.
I hate it when people ignore traffic signs. That yeild means you mother fucker!
I hate the fact that most girls don’t hold the door, or attempt to appear to hold the door, when I’m a few feet behind them.
I hate Nebraska. Stupid corn
I hate fondue sets. Yay, Swiss communal germs and molton cheese make for butt blockage plus disease. Ain't nothing fon about it. (ha, pun)
I hate it when people try to say Global Warming doesn’t exist. Yeah, I didn’t believe it at first either, but that was in the early 80’s. Hurry up and catch up with the rest of the world you G.E.D.-having dumb fucks.
I hate mimes, fan fiction, and tracing paper: the lowest form of each genre.